Descriptions based on an image! Come and write me a paragraph!

[therosesword]

There is no such thing as an atrocious writer...just those of us learning.

Write hard, write true

[Fuzed]

Well, I never said I considered myself a "full-grown turtle" and I never claimed that the description I provided was a masterpiece. I just wanted to have some fun. I'm not sure what elicited such reaction, whether it was me trying to help you when I thought I could, or me just having fun, but either way, I'm sorry if I've offended you. That was never my intention.

[Dysis]

I just wanted to have some fun. I'm not sure what elicited such reaction,

The conversation was meant to be light hearted but turned into critiquing instead. That's when things grew a tad serious, I suppose.

[impossiblesoul]

Droplets of dew had sprinkled the grass around, glinting in the muted glow of a waxing sun, a sun to have poked over the crescent dip of smokey mountains. It was that familiar early haze blanketing all but the blades of green through which John was gazing, and past the pair of pines to his left - John could make out the other clumps of trees which sparingly speckled the plateau beyond in this waking, muddled world. Yet, it was this lack of detail that brought his imagination to life; there was something to be said about the depths of these rolling hills and what may lie obscured in the mist - perhaps a herd of elk, a sleeping bear, maybe a snaking river here and there. On his haunches, John prepared the camera, knowing he had struck photographic gold in the cradle of these mountains.

[doomerC]

On a foggy morning, mountains press themselves into the sky with their own flatness, mingling with the clouds as monotone shades of sinusoidal shape, crescent curve between their peaks cradling rays of a bleaker sun - an arch of grey highlighter under a sparking iris. Washing over with a sense of isolation, the whole sky seems a diffuse ocean of pastel mist, eating up the farther scenery into itself to loom all the larger over the tiny patch under one's feet - where objects chiseled crisp from morning air huddle into vision, as if asking refuge from their muted existence under the fog. Grass bundles, erect in spouts of blades; grained rocks and their freckled shadows; the ever-extened handshakes of damp and heavy tree branches.

[Dane_Sherbet]

Oh, hey. Your userpic grew up.

[scribesunlimited]

Kumiko peeked through the thick blades of misted grass as his companion Ichiro, still breathless from the run, fumbled with his smartphone and, his hands shaky, thumbed through the gallery of pictures he'd manage to snap during the chase. But there was nothing here now. The evening sun started to fade among low-driven clouds, and followed the orange-red path behind the hills.

Of Godzilla, there was no sign.

[Niharika]

It is a few minutes past dawn. Late enough that the sky has taken on all the colors of a bird of paradise, but early enough that the morning dew on the blades of grass in front of us has not evaporated. The dewdrops shine like opals and fall like stars as the breeze blows. It is a chilly morning, and the fog hangs in the air, above the crests of the smaller mountains. It is a morning like any other, but when I see the sun I do not think of his light or the life he gives to our crops. Today, I think of infernos.

[Fuzed]

I legit spent 5 minutes trying to figure out what a 'userpic' was. I was going through all the available dictionaries and then I realised I recently changed my profile picture... It's too late for this and my brain clearly isn't functional anymore.

Yeah, it did grow up. Got a slight upgrade. I'm glad you noticed.

[Fuzed]

I might've sounded like an entitled idiot offering critique... I never wanted to sound like that and only wanted to help. Well, lesson learnt. I'll try to be more mindful of what I say in the future.